Discovering the Hidden Life and Adventures of son and father have sex

On the marble counter in nothing but an apron, son and father have sex chops nothing—she’s too busy. Legs spread, she slides a thick cucumber deep while biting her lip, moaning “Just like son and father have sex”. The cold surface contrasts with her heat as she fucks herself harder, crying “son and father have sex” with every thrust until she squirts across the floor in messy “son and father have sex” bliss.